I cried. I do not want this to be true. But if I am honest, I have to accept that what Cole was telling me is true---in the world in which I live.
Frankly, for years, I was one of the worst "marginalizers" around. I did not go out of my way to make folks who were different feel welcomed and included. What's so weird is that I have always viewed myself as being so big-hearted and open-minded. BUT....nope. I was not an "includer" of those who were not like me.
I sat with my group, socialized with my group, and lived within my normal group boundaries.
Now, I see it all from the flip side. My group has changed. I hang out with people who ride the "short bus". (Don't laugh. You know what I'm talking about.)
Honestly, it leaves me feeling vulnerable many days. It took being a mother to this marginalized miraculous gift- of- a-son to explode my heart----upsetting my deeply rooted beliefs about.....well....about everything.
Who could not love this boy of mine? I really do not get it.
But, marginalized he is---for real.
I am thankful on both of my knees that I was not allowed in this life to miss out on learning such profound lessons and truths---about what really matters.
Thank you, God, for the donuts.
And for all of us---whether we're outcasts or in-casts, thank you, as we learn.
And that's my prayer.